Chapter 721: Sis, Be Good and Go Home

A Demon Cultivator stepped out from the group of Cultivators. In the Grand Thousand Realm, the lines between Saint, Demon, and Evil were clearly drawn. Long ago, the paths of Saint, Demon, and Evil were starkly separate, with each pursuing its own way to reach the heavens. But after the earth-shattering battle between the Demon God Wangtian and the Evil God, Broken Heaven Edge, Cultivators finally understood. The ultimate state of being was, in fact, fusion.

The paths of Saint, Demon, and Evil were complementary; the greatest Celestial Dao was the Dao of completeness.

With the disappearance of Wangtian and Moo Shan, the three major powers fell into a sudden equilibrium, plunging the Grand Thousand Realm into its current precarious situation.

Every Cultivator had to find a patron, or they would be annihilated, leaving not even dust behind.

“Mingren, if you are willing to submit to the Demon God Sect, we will guarantee your safety and provide you with the very best cultivation resources!”

The middle-aged Demon Cultivator spoke in a deep voice. He would have much preferred to devour Mingren himself, but this was an order from the Sect Leader. Through his constant battles, Mingren had already captured the attention of numerous Sects.

“Lii Haitian, your Demon God Sect isn’t what it used to be. Mingren, you possess the Saint Demon Body. If you join the Evil Cultivators, you will surely become invincible. Our Sect Leader, Purple-Winged Celestial Net, is willing to accept you as his Closed-door Disciple!”

The Evil Cultivators had arrived as well.

He possessed the Heavenly Dao Laws and the Saint Demon Body. All he needed was to integrate the path of Evil, and his potential would be limitless. This was the kind of talent that could make even gods tremble.

“Zheng Zhiyu, with Moo Shan dead, you Evil Cultivators are nothing but stray dogs. How dare you act so arrogantly here? And Purple-Winged Celestial Net? He’s nothing!”

Zheng Zhiyu gave a faint smile. “Lii Haitian, remember what you just said. Don’t you ever forget it.”

Lii Haitian snorted coldly, but his heart skipped a beat. ‘At my level, I stand no chance against a Demigod. But a figure of Purple-Winged Celestial Net’s status wouldn’t bother with someone like me.’

The third group of people arrived. It was the Saint Cultivators.

They were from the Holy Light Divine Sect, all uniformly clad in white robes. The men were dashing, the women graceful, and their leader, a Female Cultivator, was exceptionally stunning. Yet, at the sight of this woman, the faces of both Lii Haitian and Zheng Zhiyu fell.

“I never expected the Great Elder of the Holy Light Divine Sect to come in person.”

The woman gave a faint smile, paying the two men no mind. ‘It was only natural for the Demon God Sect and the Evil Heavenly Dao Sect to show up.’

“Mingren, would you consider joining our Holy Light Divine Sect? Regardless of your final decision, we will not cause you any trouble here today.”

Li Xiangting said, truly admiring the aura about Mingren—a tranquil arrogance.

All three groups waited for Mingren’s decision. At the foot of the mountain, numerous other Sects’ Cultivators were also present, but while the Three Great Sects were handling their affairs, the others could only wait for the outcome. In fact, it was only due to the intervention of these three major powers that the hunt for him had temporarily ceased.

As if sensing their impatience, Mingren smiled faintly. “You’re all putting me in a difficult position.”

“Mingren, there’s no need to feel pressured. The Holy Light Divine Sect fears no one. With your talent, you could have a chance to ascend within thirty years!”

Li Xiangting spoke, and the Divine Sect disciples behind her looked on with envy. This young man had only risen to prominence in the past year, yet he had already attracted the attention of countless Sects. In the Grand Thousand Realm, the existence of Low Planes was no secret, and Cultivators from them were constantly ascending. But with the sole exception of Moo Shan, not one of them had ever drawn this much notice.

Moreover, Moo Shan’s aptitude hadn’t been considered exceptional, but Mingren was different. Legend had it that a constitution like his should have been obliterated by the Celestial Dao, yet he had somehow made it. No wonder he had attracted so much attention.

Without a doubt, among the groups present, the Holy Light Divine Sect’s power was the strongest.

Mingren shook his head. “What I mean is, I’d much prefer it if you were all hunting me down. Treating me like this… it makes it very hard for me to decide.”

Instantly, everyone’s expression changed. His arrogance was truly off the charts.

Lii Haitian laughed coldly. “Mingren, don’t mistake kindness for weakness. Do you really think you’re that powerful? If it weren’t for your potential, you’d have died countless times over.”

Mingren glanced at Lii Haitian, then suddenly looked up at the sky, as if something was there.

In an instant, everyone’s attention shot to the sky. And in that very flash, Mingren struck.

He appeared before Lii Haitian in a flash, grabbing his shoulder. Lii Haitian was stunned for a moment, then a savage grin spread across his face. “You’re courting death!”

His Cultivation was far stronger than Mingren’s; he could have blasted him to pieces in an instant.

HUMMMMM~~~

Lii Haitian was just about to strike when he found his Cultivation Technique spiraling out of control. His body suddenly burst into black flames.

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the air. The surrounding Demon Cultivators tried to help extinguish the fire, but as soon as they touched the Demon Flame, they too caught fire. The more they used their Cultivation Techniques, the faster they burned, until only ashes remained.

That tiny bit of Fate Grid followed the flames and entered Mingren’s body. An Elder of the Demon God Sect had died at Mingren’s hands, completely unable to resist.

Li Xiangting couldn’t help but frown. ‘What a ruthless technique. His Cultivation isn’t even high, yet he can kill opponents far stronger than himself.’

‘Is this the power of the Saint Demon Body? The most frightening part is that he seems to have already adapted to the laws of the Grand Thousand Realm and can fully unleash his power.’

The Demon Flame returned to Mingren’s body. He wore the same expression as before. “I have indeed seen the Path of Divinity. And that memory is right here inside my body. Kill me, and you will obtain the Heaven-Reaching Path. You are all welcome to try.”

The Cultivators present were all dumbfounded. ‘This man is a complete lunatic! His talent is a magnet for disaster. Does he really think he’s invincible?’

Having seen Mingren in action, everyone present suddenly knew that it was no longer possible to make a move against him. They had misjudged Mingren’s strength, or rather, the speed of his progress.

Among those present, perhaps only Li Xiangting was confident she could stop Mingren. Yet the Great Elder of the Holy Light Divine Sect did not act, even though she might have been entertaining the thought.

“Why?”

Mingren, who was already walking down the mountain, stopped. He turned his head, flashing a smile as brilliant as the sun. “I… am waiting for someone.”

Nightmarish screams drifted up from the foot of the mountain. Apparently, those Cultivators hadn’t expected this. It had only been a few days, yet it was as if he had become a completely different person.

Mingren’s power, however, was skyrocketing. For a Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, increasing one’s strength was never an issue, as long as he understood the laws of the plane.

In another plane of the Grand Thousand Realm, a chubby fellow was sprinting desperately. Something seemed to be chasing him, but ahead was nothing but open desert. With nowhere to hide, he was completely exposed.

The fatty stopped, looking helpless. “Hey, little sister, I know I’m devastatingly handsome, but can’t you be a little more reserved?”

A ghostly figure appeared before the fatty without any warning. The woman floated in mid-air. She was very petite and delicate, but her face was a little pale. Despite the scorching sun, she didn’t seem to emit the slightest bit of heat.

“Come with me. The Sect Leader wants to see you.”

“Ahem, listen, little sister, why are you so hard to talk to? I’ve told you countless times, I already belong to someone. My boss will be here soon. He has a bad temper, so you’d better not offend him. He’ll spank you!”

The ghostly girl remained expressionless. “I’ve never heard of any Holy Hall, much less a Wang Meng. There is no one by that name among the Demigods. And even if he were a Demigod, it would be useless.”

“Look, little sister, you’ve been chasing us for so long. Let me be honest with you. Demigods ain’t shit. They’re only fit to carry the chamber pot for my boss. So, just be a good girl and go home. Explain it to your Sect Leader.”